Forget Me Not - Chapter one
"Keiko?"
Mmm... the bed is so warm...
"Keiko, wake up, honey."
So comfy... never wanna get up...
"Keiko Aomari, get up! You'll be late!"
BAM! The moment that sentance was finished, something came crashing down onto my face as I shot up. I looked up, cringing as my face stung, to see my younger brother holding a pillow and my mother sitting on my bed.
"What the heck was that for, Shinjo! That hurt!" I glared at him and he whimpered and hid behind our mother.
Mother crossed her arms as she sighed, pointing to the clock- 8:45. "Keiko, you're going to be late. Today is the day you were going to get your first Pokemon, remember? The lab opened 15 minutes ago!"
I screamed as I shot out of bed, shoving my two family members out the door in a hurry. "Oh my god! I'm late! I have to get dressed!" I slammed the door and quickly slipped on a light blue tanktop and shorts, while at the same time fitting a white hat over my mess of auburn hair.
I took one last pit-stop to the mirror, just to make sure I was fit to go out on my journey. I cringed as I quickly brushed my brown hair behind my ears, and quickly throwing the brush to the ground, ignoring the fact that it had broken in half in my haste to get ready.
I scrambled down to the kitchen, putting a bowl of oatmeal in the microwave while staring angrily at it, screaming for it to hurry up and cook itself.
"For the love of god, Keiko! You're only 15 minutes late! It's not like they close any time soon!" My mom exclaimed as she watched me wolf down my oatmeal the moment the microwave beeped. "And chew your food! Getting yourself to the emergency room won't make you any earlier!"
I glared as I chewed the oatmeal slower, looking at the clock. 9:04. Forgetting about my hunger, I dumped the brown sludge in the garbage bin and grabbed my backpack, stuffing food and assorted things that I'd forgotten to pack earlier. "Mom, I'm gonna go now, okay? I don't want to be even more late." I slung the pack over my shoulder as she walked over to me. She looked close to tears.
"Oh, Keiko!" she threw her arms around me as she sobbed. "You're finally going to get your own Pokemon... your father will be so proud!" she let go once she heard me choking, and kissed me on the cheek and smiled at me. "I'll miss you, sweety. Promise you'll call?"
I sighed, but returned her smile. "Mom, you know I will. Stop worrying so much." I hugged Shinjo and mom before waving goodbye and grinning weakly, holding back the tears that threatened to pour out of my eyes.
I took one last look at my small neighborhood, puffed out my chest, fixed my hat, and grinned as I walked to the lab, ready to begin my journey.
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"My name is Keiko Aomari, 13 years old, and my address is 14 Sakura street."
The lady at the counter nodded, and handed me my Trainer Card as I happily pranced off to where I could choose my Pokemon- finally. Of course, I never expected there to be such a long line with such slow people.
"I- I don't know. Could I see them all again, please?"
I tapped my foot impatiently as a ten year old boy stood in front of me, the Professor releasing the six Pokemon there were to choose from- an Eevee, Pikachu, Abra, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle- the most popular starters for their types. The boy nervously looked over them, as I clenched my fists.
"I'll... I'll take a Charmander, please. And could I have one that's really strong, and loves to fight? And loyal, and all that kind of stuff?" The boy said quietly, looking at the Charmander.
I sighed. It's typical that a stupid boy would pick a "strong loyal Charmander"- they only cared about fighting. Puh. I'd pick something better. Not a dumb Charmander. Not to say I don't like them, I think they're great, it's just...
"We have a whole bunch of Charmanders just like that. Here, take this one." The professer replied as he tossed the boy a Pokeball. "Next!"
I silently cheered and walked up to the Professer, eyeing the Pokemon that sat on a metal desk. They were all so cute, and it was hard to choose... The Bulbasaur, Eevee, and Abra were what I narrowed it down to after a few minutes of staring. Bulbasaurs- well, they were easy to raise, cute, and looked pretty powerful. Eevees could evolve into five different types, and that could be very useful. And Abras... well, I just held a special place in my heart for those little guys.
"I'll take an Abra." I finally said, smiling, proud of my decision. The prof, however, looked rather shocked. "Not many people take Abras. All of ours only know Teleport."
I shrugged. "I can deal with that. Do ya think you could have one that doesn't like to sleep much, and is a deep thinker. So I could... talk to him. About stuff." I chuckled a bit at my words.
"You could call yourself lucky." he replied, grabbing a ball and handing it to me. "We have one just like that. We're not sure why he doesn't sleep, but he appears to be normal otherwise."
"Thank you." I replied, holding in my excitment as I quickly turned away and walked out the door, staring at the red-and-white ball that was gripped in my hand.
I pressed the button in the middle so I could release my new Pokemon. A red beam emitted from the ball as it slowly took the shape of an Abra, sitting on the ground. "So you're my new Pokemon, eh?" I said, watching as it materialized into reality. He was small, and mostly yellow in color, with pointed ears. His eyes were shut, and he appeared to be wearing... armor? Brown armor-like cloth was rested over his upper body.
Who are you? Are you my trainer? spoke the Abra, looking up quizzically at the young girl, who was grinning happily.
"Yes, I'm your new trainer. My name is Keiko... I don't suppose you have one, do you?" I could have screamed right then and there from being so estatic, but I held it in, making sure not to frighten my new companion.
No, I do not. Are you going to name me? He looked at me expectantly, waiting for a reply.
"Well... I guess I could, if you want to." I shrugged as I brushed the hair away from my face, looking back at the Pokemon, thinking. "How about... Hocus? No, that's stupid. Oh, what about.. Rune?"
He cocked his head, obviously confused at the origin of this name. Rune? What does that mean?
"I'm... not quite sure, but I think it has something to do with magic." I replied, blushing at my own stupidity. He nodded slowly. I like it.
"Great!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands. "Shall we begin our journey into the unknown lands of Kanto?" I picked up my new pokemon and placed him on my head, attempting to look up at him and smiling from ear to ear as I began to run to run to the closest town.
"Let's go!"